ليل مفعم بكلام موجع، أشر كوامني عائق: كل شيء عليك أن ترتكبه بعشق أو بدون، هذا الليل يفنى، ومن ثم ما نرتكب بعده، - Rumi

My love, you are closer to me than myself...
You shine through my eyes,

Your light is brighter than the Moon...
Step into the garden so all the flowers...
Even the tall poplar can kneel before your beauty...
Let your voice silence the lily famous for its hundred tongues,

When you want to be kind...
You are softer than the soul...
But when you withdraw...
You can be so cold and harsh.

Dear one, you can be wild and rebellious...
But when you meet him face to face...
His charm will make you docile like the earth,

Throw away your shield and bare your chest...
There is no stronger protection than him.

That's why when the Lover withdraws from the world...
He covers all the cracks in the wall...
So the outside light cannot come though,

He knows that only the inner light illuminates his world!

Don’t hand me another glass of wine. Pour it in my mouth. I’ve lost the way to my mouth.

This is a gathering of Lovers.
In this gathering there is no high, no low,
no smart, no ignorant,
no special assembly, no grand discourse, no proper schooling required.
There is no master,
no disciple.
This gathering is more like a drunken party,
full of tricksters, fools, mad men and mad women.
This is a gathering of Lovers.